Staircase extasy

I never thought stairs could feel this good. My friend slips between my legs and starts licking, slow and steady. Her fingers move with her tongue, pressing inside, sliding deeper each time. Blonde hair brushes my thighs. I can feel the lace of my lingerie against her cheek. Her dark hair falls forward as she leans in, mouth open, tongue working. I arch against the step, hips lifting toward her. Every stroke makes my legs tremble. She sucks at me, tongue flat, then curls it just right. Her fingers curve, rubbing inside until my breath catches. I grab her hair and hold her there. She doesn’t stop.